#chrys

[idolomantises]

Moth Girl Mini Comics

[Webtoon / Patreon]

[corndog-patrol]

i've been making different outfits for my oc chrys :3

[tomatoscribbles]

chrys!! and some bosches lol

[tm86]

hope youre hungry ^_^ for Nothing !!

[floredaqueen]

Just wanted to show my lil oc Chrys before I show yall the Eddie and Steve pics that are taking me FOREVER.. hope you like my lil stall and enjoy it lol♡♡

[jellhound]

oh god they're armed

[aemulatorizrafel]

I haven't drawn Chrys in a long time

[kelpo-art]

A doodle dump,,,

Top left is Chrys, a Heart + Mind fusion I have with @keruukat , top right is Sing, an au Whole, Bottom left is Whole from the fic Little Remedies. And bottom right is another Pitch :3

[underscoredau]

[missjulyy]

[wubyreal]

whole hog for marina?

(Turn back if you don't want spoilers about her deep dark secrets)

✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name?

I randomly thought of it, and Marina stuck since then. In universe, she is named after the marina where her parents first met. Her nickname is Chrysanthemum, which is her favorite flower. Her childhood friend group is a nod to the Chinese Four Gentleman, which is comprised of the chrysanthemum, orchid, bamboo, and plum.

🌼 - How old are they? (Or approximate age range)

Early 20s

🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)?

She has been betrothed to Seric Von Plum ever since she was a child. He is the son of her dad's best friend. Unfortunately Marina hates his guts and instead dates and flirts with other people as an act of rebellion. Her logic is if she finds someone richer than Seric, then her parents will call off the engagement. Her crushes are superficial, mostly liking people for their looks and status. She managed to date Liza, but the relationship fell apart because Marina is too crazy and annoying. Despite everything, Nadir is her one true love who is a nice regular commoner.

🍕 - What is their favorite food?

Chocolate coated flower petals and red velvet desserts

💼 - What do they do for a living?

Noblewoman as determined by her family's legacy. Pirate when she became crazy. Mercenary during her runaway arc.

🎹 - Do they have any hobbies?

Bossing people around, eating sweets, being hot, shooting, fencing, and joyrides

🎯 -What do they do best?

Really really good at shooting

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

She loves joyrides from sailing, flying, and driving. She hates being bossed around by people or forced to hang out with annoying people.

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

The day she first met Nadir as a child and when she first met Liza at school

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

When Liza defeated her in battle thus making her become tainted. When she couldn't convince her parents to undo the engagement with Seric

🧊 - Is their current design the first one?

It's the final design for her tainted arc. She has gone through many design changes. Funnily enough my brain defaults to her with the short gray hair even though the look is temporary. I guess I haven't designed her post-redemption or post-timeskip. There are still many designs to do.

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

She has an inspiration chart with lots of mean bitchy girls. Special shout out to Tinker Bell, Azula, Princess Morbucks, and Panty Anarchy. There are also some retroactive inspirations that were unintentional. She is similar to Mitsuru Kirijo from Persona3, except no niceness.

🌂 - What genre do they belong in?

High fantasy with gothic post-apocalyptic stuff

💚 - What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality?

Cis bi

🙌 - How many sibling does your OC have?

1 younger sister that she treats as a minion

🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?

Good relationship. Her parents doted and spoiled Marina as a child. They put up with Marina's antics cause as long lived elvenlike people, it's best to let her let the energy out of her system until she tires out and wises up. They never foresaw her making a pact and becoming evil. Marina is a daddy's girl that pretends to hate her mom but secretly does love her.

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

She's really fun to meme and has interesting dynamics with many of my OCs as the crazy one contrasting with the straightman. I also like her design a lot.

✏️ - How often do you draw/write about the OC?

Just like Ruby I think about and meme her every day. Writing and drawing happen when inspiration strikes.

💎 - Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?

No. Nadir will not allow that.

💀 - Does your OC have any phobias?

Failure and that she's completely irredeemable. She's doubles down on being annoying because no one gives her a chance to change, see her for who she really is, or understand her actual needs.

🍩 -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

Theda Thorne for trying to seduce Nadir. Derrick for being Liza's younger brother. Moriti for not putting up with her bullshit. War for betraying her. Elmindreda Endymion for absolutely no reason. Skurret just for being ugly. She beefs with a lot of people.

🎓 - How long have you had the OC?

Most likely 2015

🍥 - What age were you when you created the OC?

I don't remember the exact age. Some time in high school.

[whatliesbeneath-ao3]

MANAGERIAL NOTE: [WHAT LIES AHEAD]

There's only one report you've yet to read, but as you do, an odd sensation overtakes you—like you're clinging onto something, although you don't know what. These are all first days, so why does it suddenly feel like your last?

You aren't sure. And yet, with shaking hands, you open the last file.

In an empty room, self-hatred overflows. Chrys lifts the now-empty wine bottle, and smashes it full force against the wall with a scream. Her arms are bleeding from the strewn glass shards. The entire alleyway is filled with broken glass. If any regular resident of the Nest saw her, they would think she was so clearly from the Backstreets despite how well dressed and educated she acted now—there was something dirty inside of her—every inch of the emptiness was her fault, and she could never forgive herself—but what she hated more, what she hated so much more—

“It’s my fucking fault!” She screams, hurling another emptied bottle against the wall. She struggles to catch her breath as she leans over, head between her knees—and then she loses her balance on the tightrope and falls and the nausea is too much. She vomits up her hearty meal—a proper, balanced meal from a Nest, not a cobbled together nightmare from the Backstreets. She chokes, coughing for dear life as she squeezes her eyes shut before she can catch a glimpse of the ticking time bomb that was her watch. “It’s—ugh—it’s my fault…” 

She vomits up wine and a club sandwich, a fantastic combination to some and some kind of distorted dream for her—she’s read enough books now to understand that people who die and leave you behind want you to live a full and richer life even without them but quite frankly she doesn’t give a rat’s ass about how it’s supposed to be because they were supposed to be alive—and here—and it was her fault.

Chrys smashes her fist into the cobblestone ground, feeling her skin split and blood drip. Her knuckles brush against her own sick and it’s warm and squelching under her flesh and she’s reminded of them—of how getting devoured must feel—how afraid they must have been and how any of her ails would never hold a candle to how alone they must have been at the end—

She feels so deeply in her heart, woven into her soul, that they were beginning for her to come and rescue them as they died. She overslept—she didn’t hear it—but she heard it and she knew—she knew they were calling but she didn’t come in time and she was too late and they were dead and she was—she was—she was such a fucking waste of breath it made her sick, someone who can’t do a damn thing right should’ve died instead of them—

She screams her throat raw, knuckles bloody and bruised, stepping on broken glass, shards digging into her feet, a pain she deserved, a pain beyond well-earned. When she catches her breath, she goes to cry—and realizes she already was and always has been and always fucking will be—

And when she goes home it isn’t better. It’s kinder, and it’s worse, and it hurts more. Every day Chrys prays her mother might direct the blade of blame at her throat, every day she prays her mother might see reason and pin the truth on her—every day she prays some force strikes her down or at least gives her some sort of reason. 

Her mother treats her wounds but doesn’t ask how she got them, and that helps and hurts; it hurts like a sore scar, it helps like an infected wound; her mother’s touch is gentle and her eyes are kind. Chrys wishes she would hit her. Some sort of blame. Because it was her fault. She was asked only one thing, just one thing. 

No accomplishments of hers could ever, ever matter—if she could do those, then why couldn’t she have helped them. Why didn’t she hear them? Why didn’t she wake up? Why did she try to be so greedy? Why did she aim for higher when they were already as high as they could go? Why did those fucking Sweepers get their last moments when she always thought they’d spend them together—and she was jealous of their murderers—she was jealous of herself, for remaining alive in all her guilt-ridden agony.

Your heart twists for a reason you can't explain, as you look over the array of files around you—you realize it was like there was a garden around you, and you loved those flowers, but sown seeds strewn pulled you further and further away as the light scattered across the sky and City like a breath of fresh air. They needed to bloom out of your reach. Under new care.

But for now, for just a few moments more, you keep the bouquet close to your heart, and hold onto new beginnings for dear life.

[corndog-patrol]

OC scribblies of my two main characters… they are girlfriends (eventually)

[tomatoscribbles]

having fun throwing together outfits and collage pages in my sketchbook, tho i tend to pick the pages without a smooth overlap to do so lol

[tm86]

and ofc goofin around

[samthecookielord]

Made a weird little friend for the weird park guy peace and love